Chapter 745: The Real Aged Mead
The Hospital Wing.
As Kyle had predicted, Madam Pomfrey did not ask what had happened—perhaps because she was too shocked to form a question at first.
What could she say? Even at Hogwarts, it was rare for students to bring a comatose professor to the Hospital Wing.
It wasn’t until Kyle explained the situation that Madam Pomfrey let out a relieved sigh. Once she calmed down, she confirmed that Slughorn and Ron were indeed just unconscious, as Kyle had assured her.
"Dumbledore is always like this—the professors he hires are becoming more and more unreliable..." Madam Pomfrey muttered, unable to suppress her complaint. "He’s a Potions professor, and yet he still managed to ingest something laced with Amortentia."
Kyle merely shrugged, offering no argument.
Madam Pomfrey had a point. While Amortentia itself was tasteless, it altered the color of food, making it appear unnaturally bright and glossy, as if coated in wax. A careful observer would certainly notice. And for a wizard well-versed in potions, recognizing it should have been second nature.
Kyle couldn’t speak for everyone, but he was certain that Snape, at least, would never make such a careless mistake. So in some ways, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t wrong to call Slughorn unreliable.
After venting her frustration, she instructed Kyle to place Ron and Slughorn in separate beds.
The antidote to a Love Potion wasn’t particularly difficult to make. Madam Pomfrey retrieved a few bottles from the shelf and poured their contents into two glasses.
"Oh no, there’s not enough Baruffio’s Brain Elixir," she realized with a frown. Glancing at the two unconscious figures, she corrected herself mid-thought. "One of you, go find Slughorn—" She caught herself again and quickly amended, "Well, go find Professor Snape. He should have some."